Ohh... this one's kinda long. :D it should be... It took me 7 freakin hours to write! SEVEN HOURS. :O I'm not lyin when i say i dedicate my life to this story. Lol. So, somebody said that i should keep it all as one super long story instead of ending this after Cheyenne is born and doing a whole different story of them raising the kids, but i need more opinions. Obviously Cheyenne is gonna be here soon so I need to know!

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The alarm went off at 8:30 and Brock turned it off.

"Do me a favor?" I mumbled, with my eyes still shut.

"Hmm?"

"Get up, shower, get ready, be pregnant and attend the baby shower while I go have a 'guys day'… please?" He chuckled.

"Mmkay…"

"Thanks."

"You wouldn't be so tired if you would go to sleep at a normal time."

"Brock, I'm always tired… You're the one who decided that baby names was a good idea at nine last night. Everybody knew that would take a few hours."

"Everybody except me." I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him. "Nancy's gonna be here soon, she's always early." I rolled my eyes.

"I know… But I don't have to get pretty for her." I yawned and slowly climbed out of bed, throwing on my pajama pants and walking to the bathroom. I winced at my morning look and shook my head. "How come nobody told me how ugly I am in the morning?"

"Because you're not." He said from the bedroom. I smirked and threw my hair up in a clip, then brushed my teeth and washed my face, hoping that'd wake me up a little. I went and sat back down on the bed.

"My body hurts." I whined.

"I know, honey… you tell me that everyday."

"Not 7 months ago." He chuckled.

"I could think of a few times you've woken up and said that before you were pregnant." I rolled my eyes and felt my cheeks get hot.

"Don't flatter yourself, I probably only said that because you insist on sleepin right on top of me."

"Yeah… You're right, I do prefer bein on top of you." he laughed again at his own comment.

"Oh… You're just full of jokes today, huh?" He shrugged.

"I cant shut it off… I'm hilarious."

"You're somethin…" I said, quietly. He sat up, kissed my cheek, then got out of bed. He slipped his shirt off and headed towards the bathroom to shower. I stood and leaned against the doorway into the bathroom. He looked at me and gave me a questioning look. I smirked and shrugged. He went back to brushing his teeth, then about a minute later he turned to look at me again with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He stared at me for a few seconds, then took the tooth brush out.

"I know somethin's on your mind." I shook my head and he grinned at me. "Just tell me." I pushed off the doorway with my arm and walked towards him. He watched me, still confused as I rested my hands on the back of his neck. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me as close as I could get, which wasn't very close because my belly hit his. I ran my finger tips up and down his neck and heard him take a shaky breath. I stopped after a few seconds and just lightly rested my hands on each side of his neck before he leaned towards my face and smiled. I looked in his eyes and couldn't help grinning too. He kissed my forehead, then my nose, then each corner of my mouth until I finally pulled him into a deep, long kiss on the lips. My hands slid down his chest and his stomach, stopping right above his pants when I heard the front door open and slam shut again.

"Hello?" Brock groaned against my lips and I smiled and pulled back. "Reba, if you're not awake I'm gonna kill you." She said, bursting through our bedroom door and peeking in the bathroom. I saw Brock give her an annoyed look and I pecked him on the lips quickly before unwrapping his arms from around me. "Well, sorry to be a party pooper, but I need to steal her away, Brock." He sighed and looked down at me as I gave him an apologetic look. Steve came in and stood behind Nancy.

"I thought we were leavin right away." he said to Brock, holding Trevor in his arms. I smiled at Trevor and walked over to them, holding my arms out. Trevor leaned toward me and Steve let him go so he could jump into my arms.

"Hi, baby!" I said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Hi…" He said in a tired little voice. He rested his cheek on my shoulder, burying his face in my neck and yawning.

"Momma wake you up too early, sweetheart?" He nodded, but didn't talk. He was shy around strangers, but he usually talked a mile a minute to me. He mumbled a lot and said 'um' a lot. He had only just turned two and stumbled and stuttered, it's adorable. "Me too." I said, smirking at Nancy. I bounced him up and down a few times to make sure he wasn't falling asleep. "No sleepin, you have a big 'guy-day' with daddy and Uncle Brock ahead of you." he yawned again.

"I don't wanna go…" He whined.

"Why not? It'll be fun." Brock said to him. I nodded, trying to make him more optimistic about going. Trevor shook his head.

"I just wanna stay with momma and Aunt Reba."

"There's gonna be a bunch of girls at this party… you don't wanna be around a bunch of girls, do you? Girls have cooties!" I said and he shot his head up from my shoulder to look at me like a crazy person.

"You have cooties?!" He asked, his voice squeaking at the end.

"No, not me or momma, but other girls do."

"Ummm… Daddy said I should like girls." Me and Nancy both shot Steve a dirty look and he shrugged.

"No, baby. Not until you're 48."I said. His mouth fell open.

"48?!" He asked in disbelief. I nodded and smiled. "How long is that?"

"That's long…" Steve said.

"You sure you wanna stay here with a bunch of cooties?" I asked.

"But you and mommy will get them!" He said, worried. I laughed and shook my head.

"No, we only get them from boys… except you." Steve and Brock both stared at me, waiting for me to continue.

"Just me?" I nodded.

"Yep." I said, with a chuckle. Both of the guys glared at me.

"Don't touch them!" He told me, talking about Steve and Brock. I tried my best to be serious.

"Yes, sir." He turned to look at Nancy.

"You either." He demanded. She saluted him

"You do realize that he'll never let you and Brock or Nancy and I touch ever again, right?" Steve asked. Nancy and I both chuckled. "I'll just leave him here with you and Brock." I snuggled him closer.

"Fine with me." I said. "Is that alright with you?" I asked Trevor. He smiled and nodded. "Forever?" his face fell. I could tell he was thinking hard about this one.

"Umm…" he said, looking up to avoid eye contact. "I… I don't know." I laughed.

"Well, why don't you think about it while you're fishin with daddy and Uncle Brock." he nodded and I set him down.

"Okay, let me shower and I'll be ready to go in like 10 minutes." He told Steve. We all walked out and went towards the living room.

"And when he says 10 minutes he means an hour…" Steve sat down and got comfy since he was gonna be here a while. I laid on the couch, putting my feet in his lap. I heard glasses and pots and pans moving around in the kitchen which meant Nancy was cooking. I listened to her and Trevor talk, her telling him what he can pour and stir and lick. I rested my eyes and 20 minutes later I heard Brock come out.

"Okay. I'm ready." He paused and looked in the kitchen. "Somethin smells good. Try to leave me leftovers." He told Nancy, then walked over to where I was laying. I opened my eyes and smiled as he leaned down.

"Mmm… You smell good." I said. He smirked and kissed me a few times. I felt him jolt then stand up.

"Ow!" Brock said. I looked down to see Trevor hitting him.

"Trevor!" Nancy and Steve both scolded.

"He's giving Aunt Reba his cooties!" Trevor defended. We all started to understand and tried holding back our laughs, even Nancy had a hard time being upset with him.

"Trevor, you know better. You do not hit people." She said sternly, after the urge to laugh passed. He hung his head and walked over to his mother.

"I was just saving Aunt Reba, momma." He sounded as if he was about to cry. She smiled and squatted down.

"I know, honey, but you can't hit Uncle Brock. You hurt his feelings." I looked up at Brock as he started to fake cry. I smiled, shook my head and silently chuckled. Trevor wiped his face and hugged Brocks legs.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Brock. I thought you were gonna hurt her." Brock bent over and patted his back.

"It's alright, buddy. I understand. But I'll never hurt Aunt Reba-"

"Then why were you kissin her?!" He interrupted.

"Well… Because I love her. Just like momma and daddy love each other."

"But you're gonna give her your cooties…" Brock sighed, giving me an annoyed look for not tell him that he and Steve didn't have cooties. He squatted in front of Trevor and Trevor copied him. I smiled and shook my head. I don't know why, but every time Trevor was around Brock he would try to do every little thing Brock did. "Listen, buddy, do you know what it means to be married?" Trevor shook his head. "Well, it's somethin two people to when they love each other very much. Momma and Daddy are married because they love each other and Aunt Reba and I are married because we love each other. Now, when you grow up and you find a girl that you love… once you're all grown up," He repeated. "you'll marry her, then you can kiss her because she wont have cooties to you and you wont have cooties to her. Since Aunt Reba actually married me," he said as if he were surprised. I smirked and rolled my eyes. "I get to kiss her because when she said I can marry her that also meant I didn't have cooties anymore." I smiled as I watched him try to explain.

"So, the only girls who don't have cooties are momma, Aunt Reba and the girl I marry when I grow up?" Brock nodded. "Then I'll get to kiss her?" Brock chuckled.

"Sure. But only if it's okay with her… and only when you're old and married."

"So… You don't have cooties to Aunt Reba?" Brock shook his head. "But you do to other girls?"

"Yes, he does…" I said. Brock laughed and nodded.

"And Aunt Reba has cooties to other boys?"

"Mhmm." Brock said, nodding slowly. "Get it?" Trevor thought for a few more seconds, then nodded.

"Yeah… Sorry for hittin you."

"It's alright, buddy. I know you were just protecting Aunt Reba." Trevor nodded, then stood after Brock did. He ran over to his smiling mother to hug and kiss her goodbye, then ran back over to me to do the same. Steve picked up his son over his shoulder, quickly kissed Nancy, said goodbye and walked to the car. Nancy walked back into the kitchen to continue cooking. I pulled on Brocks hand, pulling him down so his face was closer to mine.

"Kiss me quick before I get attacked again." he said, in a rushed whisper. I laughed and shook my head.

"He understands now… You did so good." He smiled.

"Really?" I nodded. "I was wonderin how I was doin…"

"It was perfect… couldn't have done it better myself. And I'm sure Nancy appreciated it too." I paused and stared at him for a few seconds. "You're gonna be an amazing father, Brock." He smiled again and gently caressed each of my cheeks, then kissed me. I smiled and pulled back and he moved down to kiss my belly. I ran my hand through his hair once before he stood.

"I love you."

"I love you more." I said. He shook his head, said bye to Nancy and ran out the door.

I guess I fell back asleep because I felt Nancy shaking my shoulder telling me I had to get up and start getting ready. I looked at the clock, then sat up. I had an hour and a half to get ready. I sighed and took Nancy's hand to help me up. My feet really hurt today… Of course, the day Brock's not here to carry me around. I went to the kitchen and felt my eyes get wide.

"Nancy, you didn't have to do all this." I saw cakes, and pies, and cookies, and shredded pork and chicken… The list went on. "And my kitchen is spotless." I looked around in disbelief and she shrugged.

"You did it for me…"

"Yeah, but when I did it, it wasn't a big deal!" She laughed.

"It was a big deal to me. I couldn't have done it without you." I smiled.

"Well, thank you. You should've woken me up! I feel terrible I didn't help."

"Oh, it's fine…" She said, waving it off like it was no big deal. I thanked her over and over again before she finally forced me into the shower. I took my time, enjoying the hot water and steam. I wanted, so badly, to take a bath, but Brock wouldn't let me unless he felt the water first. My baths were always cold. He told me that if it wasn't a certain temperature that it'd cook the baby, he'd never let it get over 80 degrees, even though the human body is hotter than that… It didn't make much sense to me and I'm sure he was just being over protective, but I let him have his way.

20 minutes later I stepped out, dried off, and sat on the bed with a towel on my head and one around my body. I took a deep breath, really not wanting to do this. I had no idea who Nancy invited or what we were gonna be doing. I haven't done a thing for my own baby shower. I felt terrible, but I was secretly enjoying that I got to just sit back and watch other people do stuff for me. As much as I couldn't wait to meet my child, I was hoping that it'd stay in a little longer than expected. Brock would drop everything in a heartbeat, just to give me a foot massage or back massage, or carry me somewhere, or get me whatever I wanted. Selfish, I know, but I was enjoying that part of pregnancy.

I sighed and scooted off the bed to pick out my outfit. T-shirt and jeans? No. Nancy would kill me. I threw my head back and groaned. This was hard. And I had to wear a bra?

"This is awful…" I whispered, going through the closet. I pulled on a pair of my size 4 jeans I wore before I got pregnant and frowned. "We'll meet again, someday…" I put them back on the hanger and hung them back up. I grabbed the nicest maternity clothes I could find and quickly got dressed, pulling the shirt over my belly. I looked at myself in the mirror and stared at the basket ball under my shirt. I shook my head and continued to stare. I turned to the side, then to the other side. I was getting pretty big… It was perfectly round and stuck out about 3 inches past my breasts… my enhanced, sore breasts… I fanned myself and blew my bangs off my forehead, rolling my eyes. I started blow drying my hair, my natural curls taking place, getting fluffier and fluffier, and I thanked God right then and there that I didn't have frizzy hair. I put a little bit of hairspray in my big ole' bangs, then my hair was done. I looked at the time. 45 minutes left. I had plenty of time.

I grabbed my contacts out of the mirror and popped them in quickly. Brock says he likes when I wear my glasses, I personally hate them, therefore, I never wear them. I got out my make up and started working on my face. Powder, blush, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick. Done. 20 minutes to spare. I heard the front door open and a familiar voice calling my name. I made my way out to see she had already started talking to Nancy.

"It's official!" She announced when I came out. "As of today at about 10 o'clock when I checked the mail, I am a divorced woman." I smiled and hugged her.

"Congratulations, honey." I said.

"Thanks… guess what else I found out in court?"

"What?"

"He has kids… two! They live in Wyoming along with his ex-wife. His other ex lives in California and his other one lives in Illinois."

"Wow…" I said, with wide eyes. "He really gets around, huh?" I asked. She nodded.

"Yep. All divorced him for the same reason." I felt my heart break a little. That guy is psycho.

"See? I told you it wasn't you."

"I cant believe I blamed myself for so long… I'm just glad it's over." I nodded.

"Me too."

"I hope you're hungry, Lori-Ann." Nancy said from the kitchen. "How's the divorced life?"

"Ugh… It's… amazing." I laughed. "Wait till you guys try it. It's great…" Nancy came and sat with us at the table.

"I don't plan on tryin that lifestyle any time soon, but I guess you never know. Brock can be an idiot." I said.

"We know, honey." Lori-Ann said, patting my hand reassuringly. "We know…" I laughed and shook my head.

People started piling into my house, showering me with presents such as clothes (Boy and Girls with receipts for everything), diapers (Of all different sizes, enough to last me the first 3 months), shoes, teddy bears, toys, food, bedding for the crib, tequila… from Mexico, thank you, Lori-Ann… Lingerie?

"What kind of a baby shower is this?" I asked, laughing and holding it up. "Tequila and lingerie… This is not right." Everybody laughed.

"I hope it'll fit you alright, you have one of those stomachs where its like a balloon… You cant tell you're pregnant from behind, then you turn around and everybody's eyes get big." Nancy said, holding my camera. "Even when you're pregnant you manage to be skinny… it doesn't make sense." I laughed.

"Well, I don't work for it. I eat junk all the time. And believe me, I just about cried earlier when I saw my old jeans."

"Oh, sweetheart, you'll be back in 'em in two months." Somebody said.

"I certainly hope so…" I said, putting the lingerie back in the bag in came in. I sighed, relieved when I saw that I opened all the gifts.

"Game time!" Nancy announced. I groaned and got up to play the games. 4 o'clock rolled around, finally, and everybody was gone except Nancy. Lori-Ann said she wanted to stay, but she had somewhere to go. In other words, she didn't want to help clean up, she wanted to go celebrate her divorce. The first thing I did once the last person left was undo my bra and slide it out from under my shirt.

"Ahh…" I said. "Free at last." Nancy laughed and shook her head as she wiped down the counter. I went back into our bedroom, put on one of Brocks t-shirts and sweatpants, threw my hair up, then went to help Nancy clean up. The guys didn't get back until about 7, Steve didn't even come in. He dropped Brock off, picked Nancy up and left, which I was thankful for. I've done enough visiting today. Brock greeted me and asked how it was, then he eyed the presents for a while. I laughed at the look on his face.

"Yeah. We get to go through all that and organize it." he just stared. "At least the house is clean, thanks to Nancy. And she started going through it while I just watched." He sighed and I got a whiff of his breath. I sniffed closer to his mouth which he sealed tightly. "Open your mouth." I demanded. He shook his head and I glared. "Open your mouth, Brock." he sighed through his nose and shook his head again. I narrowed my eyes and plugged his nose. "Open or die, Brock." I could tell he was trying not to laugh. He grabbed my wrist and tried pulling my hand off his nose, but I dug my nails into the sides of it and he gasped, but closed his mouth again quickly. I kept pinching, he'd either A: Tell me to stop and give up, or B: have to breathe. I was gonna win this one. I waited, his face started turning red from lack of oxygen and the pain. I chuckled and shook my head. He let out the breath he was holding and caught his breath, breathing heavily. I sniffed in front of his mouth and pushed his chest, making him stumble backwards a step "I said no alcohol, Brock!"

"I just had a few beers… I was fishin and they were there." He defended, touching his sore, red nose.

"I cant have just a few beers… You were doin so good, you couldn't have waited just two more months?" He sighed.

"I'm sorry.. It was all we had." I rolled my eyes.

"Don't lie to me, Brock."

"I'm serious!"

"Yeah? And how's Trevor? Is he a lover or a fighter when he drinks?" He smirked at my comment, but went back to serious.

"We stopped and got him a juice."

"You couldn't have gotten one?"

"I-… hmm…" He paused, trying to think of an excuse.

"Mhm… Don't hurt yourself." I said, referring to how hard he was thinking.

"I'm a man!" He yelled after me as I walked into the living room. Lousy excuse to drink.

"I could change that." I said, then turned to grin at him with an eyebrow raised. His eyes got big and I silently chuckled.

"I'm sleepin in my truck."

"Fine with me."

"Okay, never mind. But… please don't hurt me."

"Just don't drink! That's it…"

"Alright, I get it… I'm sorry." He said, putting his arms around my waist.

"And?" He looked at me, confused.

"I'll… Give you a foot massage?" I smirked.

"And?" He kept the same look on his face.

"I'll go get you ice cream?"

"And?

"I'll… I'll get you flowers too?" I laughed.

"And?"

"Hmm… Help me out, here, Reba."

"No, keep goin… I wanna see what else I can get outta you." He sighed.

"And… I'll never drink again?"

"That's a lie, but I'll take it. As long as you don't during my pregnancies." He nodded once.

"Deal."

"Still want to have another one right away?" he chucked

"Well… I guess if you wanna wait we can."

"Mhmm… Sure." He kissed me gently, but I pulled away. "I'm waitin for my flowers, ice cream and foot massage." I reminded him. He smirked and kissed me again, before grabbing the keys and leaving.